oh, pooh
November 7, 2007My key chain broke yesterday. It’s a 2-inch tall Winnie the Pooh stuck in a jar of honey cast in pewter. The key chain is nothing fancy and I usually don’t even notice it’s there, but when it fell off the key ring and onto my lap, my heart sank. My high school girls gave it to me.
I told Rama the story of how it was part of a birthday gift they all pitched in to get, how we each loved a different character, how we preferred Classic Pooh better than Disney and, most importantly, how the gift was such a treasure and how I kept it all these years as a reminder of where I came from. “That was, like, 10 years ago,” I marveled.
Doing the math in my head, I realized I was wrong: It was more like 15 or 16 years ago. I was 15 or 16…fifteen or sixteen years ago!
It’s moments like those that make me feel old.
Deep down, though, I still feel like that teenage girl who identified with the silly and naive bear with a taste for sweets and a habit of thinking a bit too much.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
my best friend and i went into a bead store and had them make matching key-chains for the two of us. she’s 30 and i’m 26. the other day, my key-chain got caught on something in my purse and for a brief moment i thought i’d broken it and i almost fell apart. luckily, it was just fine. i love little moments like that…heartbreaking but also so sweet.
that is the sweetest story and you are the cutest christine. i know time… i think we’re on the same ride here age wise! btw, i cannot believe you’ve been blogging, um, 9 years!!!
xoxox
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i love the ways that you are like pooh.
you are NOT old
and i have moments like that all the time now….
at least pooh wasn’t lost. that would really suck.
What a sweet story! I have those moments too…it’s amazing to me to be getting as old as my parents were when I was little. They seemed ancient! Like grownups.